I took a group of kids inside to use the potties today. This group included the goofy girl who always wants to see my toes and 'wiggles when she thinks about me at bedtime.' Let's call her Ashley from now on, simply because this is NOT her name. After they used the potty, we stopped at the water fountain. I leaned over to get a drink, and then we were ready to go. Ashley, meanwhile, is laughing so hard that she is doubled over and slapping her legs.
Miss Anna: Ashley, are you getting any water before we go? Ashley: No, I'm too so excited that Miss Anna drinks water! From a fountain!
Tonight, I had no plans, so I decided to get a DVD from RedBox. I checked online and decided that out of all the choices, I would want to see Yes Man. Alas, when I got there, it was gone. I figured I could either pick a different movie, or walk across the parking lot from the grocery store to the McDonald's and see if they had it there. I decided to check the McDonald's. They didn't have it either, so I drove to another.
Suddenly, I was on a quest for Yes Man, a movie in which I have only a mild interest in seeing. I don't even think it got great reviews or anything, but a large percentage of Columbians must have watched it tonight. I ended up visiting 8 RedBoxes and 1 pretend RedBox, with no luck anywhere. Perhaps this is compulsive behavior, but I like to view it as a spur-of-the moment outing. Instead of watching a movie tonight, I spent 2.5 hours driving around 7 out of 10 villages in Columbia with the windows down, watching beautiful heat lightning displays.
"To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.
To dream that you are pregnant with the baby dying inside of you, suggests that a project you had put a lot of effort into is falling apart and slowly deteriorating. Nothing is working out the way you want it to."
I don't have the teeth dreams anymore, but I've had a few pregnancy dreams in my life. This morning I dreamt that I was hanging out with old high school friends, and everyone wasupdating each other on their lives. I thought to myself, "Oh yeah, I'm pregnant. I should probably tell them." Then I realized we had had some drinks, which scared me. Then I realized I wasn't even showing, and I should be at that point. I started to wonder if I was still pregnant at all. That dream left a really bad taste in my mouth.
Also, while I was off facebook, I kept having dreams that I accidentally signed on and didn't make it all the way through Lent. Apparently, I fear neglecting my non-existent child and accidentally facebooking.
This is my family. I was genuinely annoyed at the time, but this may be one of my favorite family photos ever. I thoroughly enjoyed my stay in Oakland.
I was dog-sitting this weekend, and the dog stole my tube of toothpaste and gnawed it up. Now, I know dogs eat lots of stuff and they are okay. But, this is not my dog; it's someone else's. So, I was extra cautious. The back of the Crest tube said to call Poison Control if more was ingested than is used to brush teeth.
April 12: getting back on facebook (Easter, I'm so sorry you are being outshined by my addiction.) April 16: flying to California for Johann's monkey party!! April 25: Maryland Day! May 14: Shins with Alexis some other time in May: haircut?? and the beginning of First Thursdays
In the winter, I tried to do Creative Sundays. Now that it is warmer, I think I will move on to Outdoor Sundays.
Last week, I dug some holes in the dirt to break ground on Farm Church. (Hereafter, this is how I will refer to my church, since they are starting an organic farm. So pumped.) Then I went to the Cherry Blossom Festival - walked around the memorials, saw some Cherry Blossom Queen prospectives, watched my friends play kickball.
Today, I wanted to go for a bike ride around the lake. Of course, I don't have a bike, so I broke out Brita's old purple speckled Huffy. Pretty sure no one has ridden that thing since 1995. I was probably wearing a Nala shirt and a sticker-covered helmet last time I rode it. Honestly, I felt a little nervous.
Here's to more Outdoor Sundays, and then Outdoor Everydays!
